All the way to the snowy mountains accompany (1)

Visited four airport, late at night when the aircraft landed to the well-lit Pudong airport, and the small MM said that finally returned to his room, laughing, MM is a little exaggerated.

It is full of strange, excitement, wonder, joy, despair of 9 days is a blink of an eye becomes a memory, as if your is leave shadow of Oh.

But the years are incessantly.

Thus, Nepal has also become a memory in mind several fragments.

Segment 1: old Bard posts

Elusive on Nepal's first impression, humble as 70s State workshop airport, see COO Street bewildered and curious, and street people and color vary.

The car has been driven to near Bard posts before slowly began to feel.

Accommodation is in a bad position of the Gnata Nyatapola Temple Tower edge, a Pola building has a beautiful terrace of the hotel sunny guest house.

The name of the temple and the history is always a little knowledge, only this time with sacred and walking in the ancient city of taste is very easy to get lost in it's atmosphere.

Afternoon walk in the old city, here are three du bus Plaza in one of the best.

Square, the temple, lanes-cutting aspect, the country's poor and dirty over my imagination, but it has a singular beauty. Wandering around in the square, lost, warm sunshine to the Palace on a layer of golden light, while the sand red building increasingly meili in the Sun, casual, fled the cold winter in Suzhou, particularly loved the brilliant. Through the local market, many of Nepal's lazy idle in front of the Temple of sitting in trance, chat on the plinth, see we lift the camera, all smiles, the kindness is the heart. Children playing around in the lane, although very dirty very black, but most of them pretty, especially little girls, in a very thick ears, eyes black somber, watching you, as if a thousand words to say, it's a thrilling beauty. Nepal women dressed in bright and of a Sari, the circulation moving between yourself and smile, charme.

It grew dark clouds through out the Crimson red.

Lazy sitting on the roof restaurant, point on a cup of fragrant tea to Nepal wind drift. The night have deep red candles flickering beautiful, square singing and chanting sound floating in the spring and hover dark delicious, swathed floating.

This evening, and men laugh, alien, gathered in the Tao.

Fragment 2: life and death of samsara

In fact, this festival was originally going to India, but in the upcoming issue of time happened in Mumbai bombings, I eventually gave up, then going to go to Egypt, but because the high ticket prices again abandoned.

Finally select the original is no plan of Nepal.

So even if you have a look at the Raiders didn't mind, think of the leader of the Club there anyway, so rush.

Kathmandu, Nepal, or the entire are unfamiliar to me.

To Kathmandu day is Eve.

After reading the du bus de Tham, team leader corner square said to go to the Hindu temple of the body, REPAs tirumalai Temple.

Also laugh and companions banter, new year, we have to look at the body.

The Sun is dust in the air.

We on the road long walk.

The roadside a classroom kids in class.

Companion also has a 6-year-old child, his father is bright and busy have candy pencil to the Nepal children, children happy smile lit up the darkness of the classroom.

To a curved, corner pointed at the other side, the opposite is the body Temple, has been on fire.

Isolation, death is the Santa River Bagmati River.

Table has been rising fires, like soul with wreaths of smoke ascending to heaven, and the life of the last ashes end without distinction, flows into the Bagmati River, in the spirit of life again before the wait.

But many locals as well as an ascetic in calm-and-see, play, and everything under the Sun's shining light is so natural.

Time goes by like light dust, any traces.

First saw this scene, is shocking.

So calm the death of Enron's treatment, not everyone has the courage to face.

Only hope that their death that came to light.

The no regrets.

Fragment 3: the small living Goddess

Nepal, is a God more than one country.

In Germany, in Tanzania, in Kathmandu, everywhere is large and small temples, a corner, perhaps a small temple, wearing garlands of God's statue, believers fingers point at the forehead a bright "tika".

Almost every Nepal are devout believers, and life is so difficult, perhaps because of the extreme lack of material life, belief will become daily necessities of selected

Optional, perhaps a secular, the God of communication can be easier than one off to the temporal, superior God can become the soul of the points of light, powerful, porters, were merely human meditate sinner, remain calm and deep soul is more important. Therefore, Nepal who face has been full of innocent smile.

I like the warmth of the gods.

But the little living Goddess.

Eve afternoon rush in the Temple of arrived comr to visit the new selected live goddess.

Stooped low across the line of wooden doors, there is a patio-garden.

A lot of gray pigeon perches to rest in the crafting of the openings of the beam, the tourists came in they clapped the wings in a snap you Dodge.

This temple was a bit quiet.

Nepal tour light tone of calling library Mary.

Wait for a while, at the front door of the upstairs a darkened Windows, an aunt cried out first: NO PICTURE!

Next, a tiny figure appears in front of the window, a red coat in a dark courtyards and somber woodcut in a dim light, is a tiny girl, is garrisoning splendid of her blankly with big eyes light sweep the yard, then left.

Just a few seconds and has no trace.

More from Dove startled air a desolate of tremor.

Heart soured, is that small, poor child, how in the dark room through those lonely childhood?

Even though noble, adored by million?!

Her mother what sorrows and not Ah, so small, delicate, far away from the mother's arms.

Don't wait any longer, just stay away from, straightway to go away.

(Budd Kong du bus Plaza)

(Old)

(Children)

(Ask)

(Girls)

All photos are companion Kingemboo photography.